The Little Guy

Life as a dust mite...
Imagine it... the smallest things would be like a mountain. Like carpet for instance. Even really thin carpet would create giant tree like swirls of colour to hide in. Most of the time you don't have to hide anyways, you are just too small too be found. Just walking (jumping) around searching the gigantic world for food and pleasure. Imagine stepping onto a burger, or a steak. I have seen big steaks in my day but the smallest scrap that falls to the floor would be like a steak the size of a car to a dust mite. That would be awesome. I guess the fact that people are allergic to you would kind of suck, but really does it matter? I don't hear of many humans hanging out with their buddy the dust mite on a saturday night. One thing that wouldn't be the greatest is the fact that you would be one ugly mutha. If you haven't seen one of these things, they aren't the nicest looking and that's for sure. They have a sort of giant ass, praying mantis style legs, and a small wierd looking head. Another great thing would be that there are tons of other dust mites around to keep you company (if you can't befriend a human). Millions of dust mites can live on one single carpet. Now just imagine a house with wall to wall carpet... that's a party.
Ah to be the little guy... so much to do, so much to see.
So, next time you vacuum, at least say you are sorry to the mites, you could have wrecked one great bash.
Slater

Vegas Baby!

The plan...
So I am off to Vegas on Friday and will quickly return on Monday. Whirlwind tour of one of the most insane cities in the world. I set out with a few goals on my mind.
1. To be there for Andrea and the rest of the running gang and show my support by yelling my head off... a marathon is something to cheer about.
2. To get as much free stuff as I can muster. I have been practicing my "busy look" which I hope will keep the drinks and whatever flowing my way.
3. To find and eat the $2.99 midnight steak dinner.
4. To take as many random pictures as I can... hopefully with a whole bunch of animals in the circus, mainly a tiger.
5. To ride on the rollercoaster attached to the tower on our hotel... supposed to be crazy.
6. To see the sites outside of the actual city, hopefully a trip to the Grand Canyon, but if not it will only make me have to return later.
7. To step up to a texas hold'em game and either win a crapload or lose just a little.
So... that is the plan, and I hope I can add some other crazy things to the list.
I will return soon, and post my adventure.
Slater

Smart Idiots

I have noticed a disturbing trend.
When I was at the University of Waterloo I saw it first...
Having classes in the Biology and Chemistry buildings meant that I used their washrooms as well. This is where I first encountered people who did not wash their hands at all. I mean not even a fake out by running water or even stepping up to the sink in the first place... complete disregard for the rest of the world. To walk out of a stall and then just leave is very strange. Are these people afraid of water, or do they love the smell of their own crap so much that they want to carry it around with them the rest of the day. The craziest thing is where this was happening, really if any students should understand microbes and germs it should have been these people.
And now it has happened again at the University of Western Ontario...
I was walking from a class and bailed on some ice (funny), which resulted in some muddy hands and me making an ass of myself. I then stood up and went back inside, you guessed it, into the Biology building, right where it connects to the Chemistry building and headed to the washroom. I walked over to the sink and began to wash my hands when I heard a flush from one of the stalls. I didn't think anything of it until this person just opened the stall and then just walked right out of the washroom... crazy.
So now I think, maybe this is happening all over the place. I can't say that I am the most clean person in the world and I don't consider myself a germ freak. You would not see me with a mask on my face, or even see me upset when I return from a canoe trip all dirty, but I think this is a little gross. If these same people don't wash their hands after going to the washroom then when do they wash them? I sit here at a public computer at the same university as these fools, I open the same doors, sit at the same desks, so all I ask is a little respect for the rest of the world.
Wash your hands you freaks! As much as you like your own crap, I don't want it, and I am pretty sure that their are others that feel the same as me, and by the way... you smell like poo.
Slater

Half is more

It has been said to me that I sometimes view the world as having my glass half empty.
I really don't see a problem with that.
I figure that if I see myself as being full at all, then I will have no room for anything else, and may overlook or completely disregard very important happenings in my life.
I enjoy the fact that I still have room for whatever comes my way, whether that is an in depth conversation with someone or just more beer for my glass.
If your glass is seen as half full you may turn these things away, thinking that you are doing just fine and miss out on some good times... and I will drink all your beer.
So yeah... half empty is the way I view the world and I like it.
Slater

Our other self

Most of us look into the mirror and can recognise ourselves.
But what if I were to tell you that that really isn't you but a complete opposite of yourself?
That is the case when we look in the mirror. Think about it...
Lets say that you part your hair on the left side of your head. The person in the mirror parts their hair on the right. Or you have a scar or some sort of mark on your face, it will also be shown to you on the opposite side.
So all those people that you know or see that spend so much time looking into a mirror making sure that they look just right are really making themselves look much different then they think.
It is just like when we hear our own voice after it has been recorded. We sound crazy different and sometimes I wonder if that was me or some other person who knows my thoughts.
Maybe there is another person inside of us, but the scariest thought is that it's this person other people see and hear all the time.... so who are we then?
Are we just the person on the inside and if so why do we care about what we look and sound like on the outside?
Why not just disregard mirrors entirely, grow that beard or let your hair go all over the place and when you say something that gets you in trouble just blame that other you that lives on the outside, he gets all the attention anyways.
Slater

Winter

The snow hits me in the face and what am I to do. It gathers there and forms small icicles as my breath warms it just enough to melt, drip and form another icicle on my chin.
My hands, slightly numb are alternating holding my notebook and having a moment of salvation within my coat pocket.
Legs moving, not only to get me there but also to help the blood from freezing and stopping movement entirely.
Wiggling of the toes helps me to realize that those piggies are still there, yet how much longer can they go?
So this is winter...
I have always loved it for some reason...
It does have some great qualities like snow days, ski hills, and a great cooler of drinks.
For some reason however it seems different this time around.
Maybe it is my fault...
Not taking advantage of all that it offers to me.
For instance I could right now be sliding down some hill towards pending doom or throwing icy projectiles at loud neighbours.
Or maybe its not my actions at all, but how I look at winter.
When I was a kid, the giant amount of snow on the driveway only meant that there would be a huge hill on my lawn to play with, or the freezing rain meant that I could slide down the sidewalk farther as I walked to school.
So thats just it...
When I step back out into the snow and the snow builds on my face I will make a snowball, and after I am done shovelling I will climb to the top of the mountain I have created and roll down it, and when my car slides into the curb I will laugh and say that was fun wasn't it.
This is winter.
Slater

Are we all a little square in the pants

I sit here realizing that I could be up to something. But instead I am sucked into this machine like water to a sponge. Maybe that is just it, we hear about how kids are such sponges for information when they are young and we assume that this quality goes away when we get older.
Maybe now we just soak up different types of crap.
We turn on the computer and read various information and go from one site to another for what?? I dare not say research, for that is only for times when we are on some sort of deadline.
So are we still sponges? I would say yes.
I love to eat (or drink) random information. Somehow it fills the voids within my head and it makes me laugh to be able to throw this crap around at other people. I guess the question now is when I am throwing this info around, are others soaking it up or does it just hit the floor to be mopped up later.
Anyways, thoughts are good and this may be the answer to my constant ramblings.
Slater